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Play ball! As baseball players take to their fields for the first games of the 2016 season, it is only fitting that today we write a poem about baseball. Do you have a baseball memory? Did you used to play as a kid? Do you not like the game (tsk, tsk)? Explore your relationship to the game in today’s poem and see what happens. For inspiration, here is a poem by John Hodgen:
The world is always rolling between our legs. It comes for us, dribbler, slow roller, humming its goat song, easy as pie. We spit in our gloves, bend our stiff knees, keep it in front of us, our fathers' advice, but we miss it every time, its physic, its science, and it bleeds on through, blue streak, heart sore, to the four-leaf clovers deep in right field. The runner scores, knight in white armor, the others out leaping, bumptious, gladhanding, your net come up empty, Jonah again. Even the dance of the dead won't come near you, heart in your throat, holy of holies, the oh of your mouth as the stone rolls away, as if it had come from before you were born to roll past your life to the end of the world, till the world comes around again, gathering steam, heading right for us again and again, faith of our fathers, world without end.
Not being American, I feel less bad about skipping this prompt and catching up to today’s because I’m sorry, but any attempt at writing about baseball on my part would be a waste of everyone’s time